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If thou, like me, beheldst the charity That burns amongst us, what thy mind conceives, Were utterd. But that, ere the lofty bound Thou reach, expectance may not weary thee, I will make answer even to the thought, Which thou hast such respect of. In old days, That mountain, at whose side Cassino rests, Was on its height frequented by a race Deceived and ill disposd.